Spent the evening on Queen, eating, walking, snapping Holgaroid images and running into so many familiar faces. The most bizarre was one of the first: when sitting at East and despite a near-empty upper floor, having an ex colleague (who doesn't recognize me anymore) suddenly seated directly beside me. I could barely converse with Steph from that point.

By the end of the night (and many botched Polaroids later) we wound up at Tequila Bookworm where I took the above 2 photos. One, a few minutes after we arrived and the other hours later before heading out. Managed to angle the camera almost exactly -- a testament to many coffees and not tequilas had. The idea was to capture the present (in both a sense of time and of physical space).